It's hard not to laugh at Jim discussing lead turning into gold. Everyone knows that's not how alchemy works, but it would be cruel of her to tease him for a single naive comment. Especially after she'd just thrown him to the ground several times over.

No sooner has she quelled her smile than Jim says something that widens her eyes. "Cold resistance potions?" Her gaze slips away as the cogs in her mind turn, and then she settles a curious frown on Jim. "Felix makes those?"